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This is making me miss my rainbow hair! Time to get some more bleach and some brights!Â
My stylistic moods:
Vampire aristocrat. Lives in a gloomily decorated mansion, has an entire room of velvet frock coats and ruffled shirts, and more candelabras than anyone thought was possible.
Eccentric lady who lives in a cottage in the misty forest. Owns a lot of cats. Can often be found gathering plants in the middle of a moonlit night. Probably a witch, but no one has been brave enough to ask.Â
Governess wearing a flowing white nightgown, flickering candle in hand, exploring the secret passageways of a gloomily decorated mansion. She suspects the owner is a vampire.
My stylistic moods, idea taken from the @gothiccharmschool post above. ~ The creative eccentric who lives in a crumbling old castle filled mostly with books and paintings, leaves their frock-coat on the piano-stool and has dedicated themselves to artistic pursuits to the detriment of everything else. Wears billowy white shirts, and believes that âbeauty is truth, and truth beautyâ a little too sincerely. Waistcoats with paint-splodges are de rigueur. The castle has been accumulating quirks for centuries, and the eccentric is just the latest addition, alongside the double-helix staircase from a few centuries back, and that kraken fountain that doesnât work any more.  ~ Forest woman, wild by nature and wild in nature. Carries a large stick, spends most of her time outdoors, and knows where all the twisted paths go, where the streams flow and which plants are food, and which fungi are poison. Wears tough old boots and warm shawls, and can fight you in a skirt. Worn leather bags at her waist, an old wicker basket over one shoulder, and the sort of faded black clothes that have become the colours of woodland shadows. Sheâs an uncanny thing, perhaps a little fey, and they say she can talk to the trees, but maybe she only listens. ~ The reclusive vampire that has not quite learned to get with the times and digs her dainty Victorian heels in at the very idea of âprogressâ and âmodernityâ, and has to add an air of antiquity to everything lest it feel too garishly new. Bought a laptop, disguised it as an ancient tome and only uses it begrudgingly, insists on filling out forms with purple-black ink and a glass dip pen, and tuts that a good parasol with nice lace is getting harder to come by. Is secretly happy about zippers and washing machines existing, but is angry that they stopped making Gothic Revival skyscrapers decades ago and she LIKED that trend, damnit! Resents that her garret in the historic district overlooks a Brutalist apartment/office building.Â
Advice for girls: buy skinny jeans in the boyâs section
Theyâre more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.
donât believe me? look:
these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own
See that phone? Iâm going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??
Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably canât fit any further than that-
what? whatâs this?
Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.
Look at how much room is still there. Thereâs chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.
Buy your pants in the boys section, girls. Live in the beautiful world you deserve where you can fit shit in your pocket.
Curvy ladies: Menâs dress pants have more room in the butt. I donât know why, I only know that all my dress pants for work are off the rack in the menâs department in Target. Literally nobody has noticed, except a couple of my younger coworkers whoâve asked meâyou guessed itââoh my god, where did you find pants with pockets?â
Tall ladies: menâs pants are easier to find in longer lengths than womenâs pants are.
Trans ladies: Wanna get on this gravy train, but afraid people will misgender you for wearing clothes off the menâs racks? Step one: tell me who these people are and I will punch them in the face. Step two: if it doesnât make you dysphoric, please donât feel obligated to wear pants off the womenâs racks if pants off the menâs racks are more comfy/useful to you. Iâm a cis woman whoâs been wearing pants from the boysâ section and, later, the menâs section, ever since I hit puberty and in thirteen years maybe, maybe half a dozen people have noticed. And itâs always women asking the oh-my-god-pockets question. Youâre all good. <3
Fat ladies: you will pay the same for a pair of 42x32 jeans as for a pair of 34x32 jeans, instead of having to pay some kind of Fat Penance Tax by way of being in the âplus sizeâ section. Also, did I mention more room in the butt?
Ladies concerned about modesty: For obvious reasons, there is more crotch space in menâs pants. Embrace it and enjoy a life free from cameltoe worries and spontaneous labia-wedgies when you squat down.
All ladies: I swear to god the waists in womenâs pants these days are made specifically to fit exactly nobody so that no matter what you do, your underwear will show. Menâs pants do not do this. The waists sit where theyâre supposed to and will actually lay flat against the small of your back instead of flopping open to show your unmentionables to the world. If you want hiphugger jeans, buy one leg-length too small and one waist-size too large and let them hang, and they still wonât accidentally show your undies. Menâs pants will last longer. They cost less, in a lot of cases. Embrace the menâs jeans. Buy the menâs jeans. Stop buying shitty flimsy womenâs jeans that wear out in six months.
AND FINALLY: to determine your size in menâs pants, take a tape measure around your waist at its smallest point. This is your waist size and will be the first number in a pair of menâs pants. Next, take the tape measure from about an inch below your no-no squares parts, and run it to your ankle. (You may need a friend or parent to help with this.) This is your inseam length, and will be the second number on a pair of menâs pants. Menâs and boysâ pants are tailored the same way, so if you have trouble finding your waist size in menâs, hop over to the boysâ section. Feel no shame. If theyâd give us decent fucking pants we wouldnât have to steal theirs, right?
Listen you guys, I am SO MAD ABOUT THIS. Iâve seen this first post before, and recently my mom said, âHey, did you see that post on Tumblr about shopping for jeans in the menâs department?â
And I said yeah, Iâd seen it, Iâve been through the Trying To Fit Clothes On My Stupid Body wars, and this post really only applied to skinny jeans because theyâre so stretchy. It couldnât possibly work for regular jeans! I have TRIED SO MANY TIMES. Iâve always shopped in the menâs department because womenâs clothes are like 90% bullshit and 10% fake pockets.
But I hadnât seen the second addition, which gave me more hope, and I decided to just try on a few pairs when I was at Old Navy the other day. They have some âclassicâ jeans with no give to them at all, which is what I was trying on years ago that convinced me it just wasnât possible. (Jeans in my price range didnât really come with any form of stretch back then, as I recall. Textile technology is bad-ass.) But these days they mostly have âflexâ jeans that have some give to them. (Womenâs jeans are usually labeled âstretchâ but apparently menâs have to be âflexâ like they need stretchy garments so their HUGE MUSCLES donât just TEAR THEIR CLOTHES!)
This was totally an impulse decision so I couldnât measure myself, but I grabbed a few sizes based on what I vaguely thought my measurements probably were and decided it couldnât possibly be worse than the endless cycle of regret, dissatisfaction, and recrimination that is trying on womenâs clothing.
The first pair I tried on fit like a DREAM. Iâve been gaining weight lately which is a whole separate nightmare (mainly centered around âbut I donât WANT to buy new bras, this is bullshit!â) and the reason I need to buy new jeans because nothing freaking fits me, and I was sure these wouldnât either, but DAMN. Theyâre the best pair of jeans I own. Twice as thick, pockets twice as big, legs nice and loose (they donât even sell womenâs jeans with a cut remotely similar to this), and contrary to my super dumb opinion from before this experience, theyâve got my plenty of room for all my womanly curvey bits. AND because theyâre actually a relaxed fit instead of trying to cling to every inch of me, they donât show my weight nearly as much as my womenâs jeans do, theyâre easier to move in, theyâre not constantly inching down my hips with every move I make, and overall they just make me feel GOOD about how I look which is a strange new sensation I could definitely get used to.
Itâs like a miracle. I want to cry both out of joy and because of all the shitty jeans now filling my closet when I could have been buying comfortable, relaxed, pocket-having menâs jeans all these years. Many blessings to the posters above, may your crops grow and your cows give milk and your jeans hold all the gadgets you desire.
Also: menâs pants have constant sizes that are based off of actual measurements instead of the womenâs whatever-the-company-wants-to-make-the-size sizes. Theyâre far more reliable and your size will translate to other brands.
@get-dunkd-on help me remember this for our next Goodwill run lmao
I HAVE to try some menâs jeans. Sick of these super skinny show everything always having to be hitched up no pocket crap jeans!
Honestly signal boost. Because imagine this actually starts some kind of ludicrous pants revolution that ends up causing womenâs pants fashion companyâs sales to tank, absolutely forcing them to realize menâs pants have always had the right idea and start doing that instead of this bullshit. Like just imagine. And donât just signal boost this. Tell every woman you know. Tell every trans friend and every curvy friend out there. You see a lady down the street, stop her and tell her youâve discovered a new gospel and itâs purchasing menâs pants. With the way women spread information when weâre excited, the mentioned scenario could actually be hella achievable
PRAISE THE UNIVERSE I FOUND THIS POST AGAIN
Guys. Gals. Non binary pals. As a trans ftm person who just recently started shopping in the menâs department and has gigantic hips full of dysphoria let me tell you a thing.
Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. I repeat. Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. You donât need to go to the dress pants to fit your lovely curvy self in there. Go to the regular section or big and tall if youâre a bit taller and/or wider, and thereâll be a little section of athletic style jeans. Theyâve still got the giant blessed pockets and the room in the crotch and if youâre really curvy with a large bone structure like I am you can get yourself some quality pants.
This has been an addition by your local nb trans dude. Thank you for your time.
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The menâs section is where all my practical, non-frilly clothes come from. And some of my frilly clothes⌠pretty sure my jabots and brocade trousers were originally âGothic menswearâ⌠and some of my belts, and several of my boots because I have big feet and a lot of womenâs shoes only go up to a UK Size 7 (40, 41) - especially niche-market alternative stuff - and Iâm an 8 with wide feet.  Oh, and my favourite frock coat used to be my boyfriendâs, but I did have the waist altered - however it has the original wide shoulders and so fits me better than most ladies jackets (and if the turn up sleeves werenât short, Iâd be even happier⌠). Ladies, the menâs section has clothes that fit better, last longer (thicker fabrics!) and have pockets. Plus Iâm 5â˛9½ with big feet, and Iâve never been âthin limbedâ. Most womenâs clothes seem to be made for people about 5â˛5âł with sticks for limbs these days.Â
We know some of you have been outdoors and grilling since February, but for those of us who prefer to wait until weâre less likely to get frostbite, BBQ season is finally here! Hosting doesnât have to be a pain in the wallet, so have a look at our ideas on how to have a top notch budget BBQ.
Added tips for Goths:Â ~ Burning your food black does not make it spookier ~ BBQing at night is perfectly reasonable ~ Do not use the BBQ while drunk - keep the snakebite & black and absinthe for when youâre done cooking ~ Do not wear draping sleeves, flammable hair-extensions, or other stuff that might get ignited while BBQing ~ If pale as death, wear high factor sunscreen during daylight BBQing ~ Many cemeteries/graveyards will object to BBQing in them - have a picnic that doesnât involve fire (or alcohol) instead.Â
Attestation of VegvĂsir in the Huld Manuscript. The Huld Manuscript is the name given to the book of collected Icelandic staves and spells, compiled by Geir Vigfusson in the 19th Century. Huld is the name of a vĂślva in the Ynglinga and Sturlunga Sagas, who practiced Seiðr magic. A later Icelandic tale by Snorri Sturlusson tells us that she was a mistress of Odin, and mothered two demi-goddesses by him, who were named Ăorgerðr and Irpa. If we look at the etymology, âHuldâ means âHiddenâ or âSecretâ and is derived from Old Norse âHuldaâ. This root is seen in many other words in Germanic lore.
Works even better if the lipstick looks like blood and the heels have spikes on them... But maybe thatâs the fear of something /other/ than God.Â
Art history meme (x) - 2/8 artists - John William Waterhouse
Reblogging because Waterhouse is my favourite artist.Â
A guide to being an apathetic Byronic aristocrat vampire in the 21st century
If the sun is up return to bed and wait until nighttime. There are not enough hours in the night to spend them sleeping. Once it is dark you can be all Dante Rossetti about it and stroll about some darkened woodland or else lay amongst Chinese patterned pillows in the nude reading Marcel Proust.Â
In fact do a great many things naked. Or if you insist do them naked under a silk robe which trails after you as you stalk the halls of your estate.
And since everyone is fated to die anyway smoke cigarettes while you can. Be blasĂŠ about death in general. Or lament it constantly â incessantly â until all who know you associate it with your presence. That is what being a Romantic is all about.
And in the spirit of Byron take such bad care of yourself â by eating badly and drinking copiously â that you might at any moment pass into that lamented great beyond. The best ways to die are in a battle or in a Revolution as well as from sloth â simply laying about wasting away transfixed by a beautiful painting or the memory of a lost lover â or finally simply succumbing to an illness procured from exposure to the harsh elements of nature. The last is the most probable since you will often find yourself standing on mountaintops above mist-laden seascapes shouting Nietzschean quotes into the frosty air and heralding your own impending doom in the process.
Read many books. Watch Orlando by Sally Potter for immortal style tips.
Become a sensual creature (as opposed to a sexually satisfied one) so that you may either conquer a harmen of lovers wherein you can loose yourself for hours on end in a kind of Delta of Venus scenario or else live as an Dionysian hermit finding solace entirely in literature, flowers and moonlight.
Be not strictly woman or man but rather an amalgamation of femininity and masculinity. Embrace bisexuality.Â
Keep strange pets. Anything besides a dog or cat or gerbil. Or if you must have a dog then choose a Borzoi or Wolf Hound. And if you must procure a cat then name it Lassitude or Nothing as Jean Paul Sartre did. Raise peacocks and keep a menagerie of exotic fauna and flora in an otherwise overgrown rose garden. Â
Half of what you say ought to be a quote by John Milton, Dante Alighieri, William Shakespeare or Oscar Wilde. Either that or nothing. If you are not reciting â either the work of others or your own â then be quiet. Observe and consider, but rarely speak.
Drink red wine. And white wine. And champagne. Do not however drink vodka unless you find yourself in the Russian Winter Palace filial roaming pale and crazy-eyed down halls with a fur coat whipping behind you and a novel by Tolstoy in your pocket.Â
Life is a feast. Eat oysters for breakfast and decorate your dinner table â and the food itself â with flowers. Hannibal is the go to cooking program for culinary flair.
In fact Hannibal ought to be the only tv show you watch besides Penny Dreadful.Â
Wear chokers. All your jewelry ought to be heirlooms.Â
Keep a much younger lover â if you are a woman â or a much older one â if you are a man â and have them rip the choker from your pale neck as you fall together in a passionate throw onto a 17th century ottoman.
Dress in shrouds of velvet and silk.Â
Stay out of the sun.
A moushe â a painted-on beauty mark â is entirely appropriate, as is a Jacobin ruff.
From now on sex shall be referred to as Making Cattleya.
Appropriate venues for socializing are cafĂŠs which do not play music or serve cappuccinos, theaters built before 1960 and opera houses not built after 1930. Jazz clubs which refrain from fusion or acid. Libraries and old cinemas in general. Family estates and parental mansions, abandoned houses in the country side, churches and cemeteries, woodland openings and castle lawns, museums and â of course â small apartments where you can sit on the floor smoke cigarettes and discuss the collective sense of ennui you share with your friends.
Inappropriate venues are shopping malls, franchise coffee shops and anywhere where reading a novel or smoking might seem out of place. In fact stay clear of any place built after 1980. Avoid food courts, gyms, sports or hotel bars and clubs with more than one dance floor as the plague.
Refer to your circle of friends as your Family. Be religiously devote and romantically involved with them. When it comes to your actually family a cool somewhat distanced relationship is the most appropriate. Or if so inclined consider a more obsessive cloistering constellation that will inevitably lead to rumors of past inbreeding â the French aristocratic kind â and scandal. Refer to your parents by their first name or not at all and thus have them remain an elusive periphery to your life.Â
Instead declare Richard Wagner as your emergency contact.
Descend stairwells slowly.
Express yourself through Greek axioms and lyrical poetry or lingering secretive stares. Consider perfume as a means of communication.Â
Remember that the only respectable means of transport are the Oriental Express, steamships across the Atlantic or long boats along the Nile. You may also travel by foot if you do so in a languid fashion. As far as tourism goes the primary vehicle of experience ought to be stargazing and kissing.Â
Consider yourself eternal
And eternity meaningless.Â
I am working on this, but it hard when you are a broke vampire. Canât walk down staircases quickly anyway. Must learn more Greek. I think the Caledonian Sleeper is the closest I will get to the Oriental Express. My ottoman is too new. I do have a lot of fancy cushions though - is devore velvet and damask brocade a good substitute for Chinese cushions? My ridiculous dressing gown is black and has a dragon embroidered on it, and sometimes I sit in a pile of cushions reading Keats and eating grapes. My cat is called Kuro Shinigami; this is too âweeabooâ and not nihilist enough, but does reference death. Most exotics wouldnât do very well in my overgrown rose garden, but I do at least have an overgrown rose-garden. I once went on a meteor-shower-viewing date. I like quoting Keats and William Morris, sometimes Byron and sometimes Shakespeare, but more Keats. Keats forever. Maybe Iâm a Keatsian vampire?Â
One of my favorite things to do with my wardrobe is to take something super fancy and dress it down for everyday wear. This gorgeous velvet dress from @costureroreal is full on fantasy event material, but with a scarf and a kimono itâs comfy and totally wearable for an uneventful weekday ⨠ââââââââââââââ Dress from @costureroreal Kimono from H&M Everything else is thrifted
Mai Magi is awesomely stylish <3
I like to imagine that when Greenwood turned to Murkwood the elves adapted to the new shadows and mists and started dressing in dark greys and blacks đ˛đ˛ âââââââââââ- Dress from @_crossfox_ (yes I wear it all the time, itâs so soft and pretty and has pockets??) Shoes brought home from Morocco by my parents ⤠Everything else is thrifted I love using this thrifted skirt to add length to dresses, Iâve had it for 5+ years and itâs still one of the pieces I use the most!
I love this outfit, it suits her so well :)Â
Bought myself a present, Iâm in love âĽď¸ đ  âĽď¸ In case anyone asks, you can get them here x
I shouldnât covet these because my ankles do not approve of the heels I already own, but these are beautiful.Â
Again, I used my architecture Tumblr for the wrong thing again...Â
At some point I became a model and Iâm not sure how that happened, given I have a body like a pregnant ice-cream cone, am extremely awkward and have no self-esteem, but I have exciting modelling stuff coming up! Ooo!
Selfie from todayâs shoot for DarkinCloset, video also coming soon because I think this outfit was so beautiful! â¤ď¸
I want to know how she does her eyes like that - red waterlines, etc.Â
I forgot to switch accounts again... I am the worst at Tumblr
Inky paw prints presumably left by a curious kitty on a 15th century manuscript.
From National Geographic.
#this will forever be the funniest thing to me #that poor scribe just #GOD DAMN IT CAT #CANST THOU NOT SEE I AM AT WORK #ge-GET OFF YE BEAST #THOU HAST RUINED IT #NO THOU DOST NOT RECIEVE SCRATCHIES
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*glares at Kuro*Â
Every time I see Elizabeth iâs signature I get absurdly happy cause I just imagine her signing her name and doing a little twirly and then pausing and then adding a few more twirlies âyour majesty perhaps thats enough twirlsâ suggests William Cecil âperhaps Im the motherfuckin queenâ suggests elizabeth and adds 6 more
... My pen-pals know I that put twirls on everything EXCEPT my signature. I am not regal enough yet to have swirlies on my signature.Â
Heart attacks symptoms are different for women. I recently learned this.Â
Everyone should know these things.
thanks to mainstream media and being unable to show breasts on TV, way too few people know about female signs of cardiac distress, and impending heart attacks. they only know about the âpain in the left armâ male symptom.
i had all these symptoms once and they sent me right to hospital
it was scary bc i didnt know these were the symptoms for female heart issues
Please, please, PLEASE, reblog this. i donât know if I did save or called false alarm, with my bossâ life tonight. I felt I was being a bit paranoid, overreacting, but I told Mirage my thoughts and he, after reading over the article I showed him, immediately sprung into action and then shooed her off to the hospital. I donât know if I did or not, but I knew sheâd been super stressed. Sheâd off-handedly commented on her arm tingling and I asked her if she felt queasy on a hunch. I went to look at the symptoms and we went from there.
Holy shit, I didnât even think the symptoms would be different between men and women. This is so hugely important and I donât understand why we arenât taught this.Â
One of the other symptoms that doesnât get talked about , especially in women, is a âfeeling of impending doomâ. I am not even kidding, that is a legitimate diagnostic criteria. Please - if you are feeling any of these symptoms and a sudden onset of âHoly shit the world is endingâ do not let anyone tell you itâs âjust nervesâ or âjust heartburnâ or something.
Keep these in mind ESPECIALLY IF YOUâVE GOT HEART DISEASE IN YOUR FAMILY! So many more women die from heart attacks than because they donât recognize the symptoms when theyâre so different. Please stay safe and stay informed.
Sharing this important PSA
I updated my blog (my actual proper blog with words, not this, my dilly-dallying-on-Tumblr)Â http://domesticatedgoth.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/botanic-gardens-revisted-lolita-meet.htmlÂ